Bad Man - Cane

Was raised right, but grew up into a monster/

Influenced by the music, the fluid and the ganja/

It wasn’t you momma, pops did his job too/

You can’t hide from the demons thats inside you/

Momma always said, «one of you boys is an addict"/

I dont know yet, guess I’m still working at it/

Still searching how to get out of this lifestyle/

Wasting my days slaving got me turning to a night owl/

Right out of a high, to a low/

Ask me why?

i dont know/

And i try to control/

But I can’t get a hold of my anxiety still/

So I’m swimming in bottles while I’m fishing for pills/

I wish I could chill/

I’m a Bad Man momma…

My brother just had a baby/

I just got a maybe for a big gig, and shit they might pay me/

We all hype ain’t we YALL/

No it ain’t a new life, but this could be the new life that I been waiting on/

Banking on something to change/

So I can give my family something to say/

So they ain’t blushing with shame/

When my name comes up in the conversation/

At another congregation, bet they bring me up in moderation/

So they ain’t stuck explaining

Where I’m almost at, and why I’m never around/

And why I still ain’t settling down/

And my head is in the clouds/

I ain’t lettin up, but I’m lettin em down/

I need to put this medicine down/

I’m a Bad Man momma…

My brother just popped the question, I just popped a pill/

No it ain’t at no church, but my name is ringing bells/

I think I’m doing well, they think I’m in a well, just wishin/

To them I’m only on the net = swishin/

Cuz they ain’t seen me in months, or heard my voice/

So they asking how I’m doin when they run into my boys/

Running out of poise, I want em unaware/

I don’t want em knowing I’m the son they wanna fear/

I’m hiding skeletons, my closet a haunted house/

I grab a pair of airs and they all are falling out/

All the thought about if I does or if I doesn’t/

Got me buzzing running to another subtance/

I’m buggin/

I’m a bad man momma